Disenthralled

Varnished lies o'er wooden door
dust unsettled on sinful floor,
deception gathering upon a web
of words buried...left unsaid.

Concrete tongues refuse to speak,
flames burning those who seek
to weed out life's festering seeds
Hell's black canvas slowly bleeds.

Taste deceit upon the lips
of prophets who ignored the scripts,
dance within the realm of mire
anoint the one with lustful desire.

Try, fail and pretend you don't
feel their disappointment.....

@Hellon 19th October 2014
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